When I got to the group home to pick up Daughter, she hadn't had breakfast. Daughter wanted to know if she had time for breakfast. I told her not unless she could take it to go, as I had a lot to do and we needed to get going. The staff member on meds had been late getting in, and is new and very slow. Daughter claims she tried to give her the wrong pills, giving her night pills instead of morning pills. Daughter hadn't packed for spending the night-- she said she didn't know, but I'm sure I told her.
By the time we got out of the house, Daughter was crying (and hungry). I explained to staff that the plan is for her to spend the night, but if she is too volatile, I may bring her back this afternoon. I suspect she'll be going back this afternoon. I realized halfway here that staff hadn't given me her night time insulin from the refrigerator. I have a feeling it's going to be a very long day....
I still have quite a bit to do in preparation for the open house. My workload and Daughter's lack of the antipsychotic could make for an explosive combination. I hope I'm wrong, and she's able to pull it together. It will be an interesting team meeting tomorrow as I express my concerns over some of these issues. A very interesting meeting.